Faith According to John-Michael
Let me start today by telling you how good God has been to us. Last week, we had another doctor’s appointment for John-Michael. The appointment was a hearing test, where they taped a bunch of electrodes to his head, cram some tubes in his ears and clipped some more tubes to his ear lobes; then we sat there for a few hours while some computer program monitored his brain waves when they produced noises in his ear.
All they managed to do was confirm what we already knew deep down in our spirits, John-Michael can hear just fine. As it stands right now, God is 3-0 when it comes to our son’s health.
I’m glad you asked. You see, two days after we brought John-Michael home for the very first time the stomach flu attacked starting with Izabella (our 3 year old princess), then it got our one year old Kaela. Oh, it didn’t stop there either, next were our teenagers Stephanie and Branden and last but certainly not least it got my wife, Marianne.
The God thing was that John-Michael and I never got the bug. In all the chaos of dealing with sleeping in the living room with sick children, being thrown up on and getting no sleep, I prayed for protection for John-Michael and I honestly can’t explained it (other than God), but I just knew he would be spared. I didn’t expect that I would be spared but that just how God does it. I can’t tell you how important that really was, because he was already having difficulties eating enough and gaining weight at the time and the stomach flu would have guaranteed him a stay in the hospital.
Then, of course, JM had his heart fully examined at the request of his Pediatrician, and as I posted before, he has a perfectly formed heart and now perfect hearing; so by my count that’s 3-0.
Even with all the good news, that hasn’t stopped fear from trying to creep into our lives when it concerns our son. It caught my attention the other day on the radio that we have had a record outbreak of the flu and that there has been nine pediatric deaths as a result. In addition, there was a story about a waiter in Houston (where we live) who refused to serve a customer because he was being obnoxious about and to a Down syndrome boy named Milo, who was eating at the table next this person. What made it even worse was the man was making these comments in front of his own children!
Now most of you reading this post may not know me personally, so allow me to give you a behind the scenes glimpse into who I am as a person. I am very forgiving of people if they treat me badly, but I have this line in the sand that I can’t seem to move; it’s buried deep within my personality, that if you mess with my children, I turn into a raging lunatic who can’t hold his tongue and doesn’t care if I’m in public. So, when I heard this story, I easily visualized my response and it wasn’t pretty.
So, in light of these new attempts to throw me off my Faith, I’ve decided to do what my Pastor preached on this last weekend and pray God sized prayers. So, my God sized prayer, is that my son will NOT have constant ear infections like the doctors keep trying to get us to believe he will; that in our house NO ONE will get the flu that’s going around, even though we don’t get the flu shot. Lastly, I pray that when the day comes and some donkey is being harsh to my son, I will be able to repress my fleshly desire to punch that donkey in the mouth and demonstrate the love of Christ to them instead.
Today those are my prayers and as God delivers on them, I will share the good news with you, so please stay tuned and feel free to share your God sized prayers below.